28.Nov.20, 05:44 AM
She sat still as her brother pulled her into a hug before finally relenting and wrapping her arms around him as well. This was typical K’dar. He cared too much and was willing to jump in to defend no matter what the issue was or what the risk to himself would be but he wasn’t always the most delicate in handling what he learned. Mylorah blamed it on him being more sensitive than he let on and the way he melted into a puddle of apologies and tried to fix what he had said and implied was always proof of that. Still, it was the first time he had ever doubted her on such a level and it still stung but she was trying to let go so it wouldn’t push them further apart than an Impression had. Not that she blamed Tiberuth for choosing her wonderful brother but couldn’t he have done it in Ista?
Her instinct was to say no, that she didn’t want K’dar anywhere near Tazikel but T’ryn was a friend to the second son and it would hurt K’dar if she didn’t allow him the same chance. But T’ryn had been far more accepting of the friendship—perhaps because of his own weird place in the family. He had taken fairly well to blending in with their aunt and cousins and he didn’t seem to view holders—or lords more specifically—as evil. “If he wants to meet you,” she finally replied, thinking it best Tazikel had a say in it because she was certainly going to tell him about how her over-protective big brother reacted when Yfris ran his mouth.
She squirmed her way out of the hug so she could finally take her first of klah. It was bitter and Mylorah wondered if K’dar had burned it—it wouldn’t be the first time either of them burned something—or if it was just her mood ruining it. “So, have you given yourself the same talk? Reminded yourself that lords are evil and can’t be trusted and will take advantage of you?” Yfris was a smooth-talker but her instincts told her he was harmless. He just wanted to enjoy life and was rather quirky but he wouldn’t use her. But if K’dar was going to have a fit about what she did with lords, than he had better look in a mirror as well.
Her instinct was to say no, that she didn’t want K’dar anywhere near Tazikel but T’ryn was a friend to the second son and it would hurt K’dar if she didn’t allow him the same chance. But T’ryn had been far more accepting of the friendship—perhaps because of his own weird place in the family. He had taken fairly well to blending in with their aunt and cousins and he didn’t seem to view holders—or lords more specifically—as evil. “If he wants to meet you,” she finally replied, thinking it best Tazikel had a say in it because she was certainly going to tell him about how her over-protective big brother reacted when Yfris ran his mouth.
She squirmed her way out of the hug so she could finally take her first of klah. It was bitter and Mylorah wondered if K’dar had burned it—it wouldn’t be the first time either of them burned something—or if it was just her mood ruining it. “So, have you given yourself the same talk? Reminded yourself that lords are evil and can’t be trusted and will take advantage of you?” Yfris was a smooth-talker but her instincts told her he was harmless. He just wanted to enjoy life and was rather quirky but he wouldn’t use her. But if K’dar was going to have a fit about what she did with lords, than he had better look in a mirror as well.